Third Person's POV
"Paisley!" Priscilla's voice lashed through the room like a whip. An icy, oppressive aura erupted from her, pinning Georgina and the omega servants against the walls with invisible force.
Her golden eyes, narrowed to slits, glittered dangerously. "Go fetch that breeder, Willow. Bring her to the conference hall. I need to have a word with Soulrend Pack about whether such a she-wolf still deserves to run with the pack."
Georgina and Paige stayed behind to navigate the pack politics and support Melinda, so the task of dragging Willow fell to hot-tempered Paisley.
"And Dwight?" Paisley asked, her knuckles cracking with anticipation.
Priscilla shot her a look, her aura easing slightly but her gaze still sharp as a blade. "If Willow's coming, do you think he'll stay away?
